Ants in a city
Enclosed steel flowers
The bus stops are full of us
Winners and disappointed people
Heroes without a cloak
Without an armor
Melancholic, warm but chilly
Silent heroes
And when we sing
That song will soar high
We've got many seasons inside us
A dim light or none
A homeland chopped into parking spots
There's more love here than what they say
And heroes without gratitude or respect
Melancholic, warm but chilly
Silent heroes
And when we sing
That song will soar high